I’m seriously wondering if we have any prostitutes or pimps on the board.
Guinastasia.
In another life, I worked as a medical assistant, and a school bus driver (at different times). I also cleaned churches and at one point, owned my own house cleaning business (people are pigs). For a few years, I worked with teen mothers at a community center.
I now work in a community foundation as a Program Officer. I’m the one nonprofit organizations call when they want to apply for a grant.
And, of course, I’ve been a mom since I was 16. Hardest darn job I ever had and the pay stinks.
I’m in publishing! I get to decide which bunnies go in the kindergarten texts and whether or not one or another basketball should be on the page. It’s fun to edit art. A few days ago I got to erase the udders from a cow. Certain states demand udder-less cows in their elementary textbooks. The children can’t see that!
Before I started my present job as a fire alarm technician, I ran the tongue saw at a slaughter house.
Basically, I’m a coder (or an IT Business Systems Analyst on my resume), but I have spent time as a deckhand, a switchboard operator, a retail clerk, a retail manager, a laborer working for a golf course greenskeeper, a landscape laborer, a tool shop rat, a foundry shop rat, and a stoop-and-squat truck-farm worker. I get no financial recompense for being a goatherd, a snake and lizard wrangler, or a rat/mouse tender.
I’ve had what one HR rep called a “chequered career.” I’ve been paid to box groceries, wash out toilets, deliver pharmaceuticals (all of those whene I was young), fill orders of electronic components, act as a customer service rep, sell various goods either over the phone (order desk) or door to door, act and sing onstage (a stipend, but not enough to live on…I had a day job, too), edit two college newspapers, write for a magazine, and edit technical documents and test reports. Now that I’m old I supplement my Social Security income as a tour guide for a major Northern California attraction. Outside of acting, I’ve enjoyed that more than anyother job I’ve ever had. It’s like having a small, intimate audience several times a day. And they pay me to* talk!* Most of my life there have been people who would have paid me not to. 
I used to do this, too! Only I was an editorial assistant. I dealt with text more than art, but I did a bit of placement of the pictures. I was amazed at the stupid shit they’d ‘censor’ in children’s testing materials.
(This was one of my all-time favorite jobs).
I wonder where the children’s lunch milk comes from – udder foolishness, says I.
Once upon a time, I dished out ice cream at Carvel’s (northeastern Dopers will know the chain). I also once held a job for a tiny company, a brand new position created to assist the sales staff… and they voted to make my title “Sales Support Slave.”
President and Vice President of the U.S.A.!
I almost forgot my brief stint as a pharmacy technician! :smack:
Is he overjoyed to do so?
George? Is that you?
Oh, wait . . . you mean professions not on the Dope.
I’m currently not working but at my last job I was a microbiologist for a food company. I’ve worked as a lab tech, optician, marketing for a magazine, bartender and taught tap dancing.
Are there any other phone psychics about? I was one for one night, then I was overwhelmed by guilt and disgust.
How about oatmeal packagers?
Horse trailer caulkers?
I’m currently a medical transcriptionist, but there’s at least a couple more of us around.
I work at the welfare office. I can even do an “Ask the eligibility worker” thread.
In my long-past I was a Lifeguard, teller in a supermarket, child caregiver and a tutor. I also was an aide in a school (K-12) for Autistic children (I taught in K).
Closer past- I wrote biotech patents with a patent attorney and was studying for the Patent Agent Bar when my life took a minor sidetrack.
Now I’m a bio prof.
See, that there alone is worth the price of admission for this place. I don’t know where else I could learn a bit of casual lunacy like this.
(“Cows got boobs!”)
Wouldn’t that make them steers, not cows then?